Love More, Judge Less
I’ve been wanting to write about this topic for a while. As a fat person, who gained weight only in recent years, I’m noticing more and more microaggressions about my weight. Just so we are all on the same page, “microaggressions are the everyday verbal, nonverbal, and environmental slights, snubs, or insults, whether intentional or
they did not tell me it would hurt like this no one warned me about the heartbreak we experience with friends where are the albums i thought there were no songs sung for it i could not find the ballads or read the books dedicated to writing the grief we fall into when friends leave
Despite all the different ways our lives have unfolded since graduation, those smiles and the love fueling them, are ever present. I don’t think there is a more convincing testament to the strength of our friendships.
But even as a little girl in the ’80s, young Lauren had wondered why the Little Ponies didn’t have fantastic adventures of their own. She wanted to see more than the usual “safe” journeys to find a legendary treasure or bring home a missing princess. While playing with her own plastic ponies with purple hair, Faust made them embark upon amazing, epic tales of heroism, with loads of character development, true tests of friendship and loyalty, and complicated puzzles that took real brains to solve, not just a twinkling jewel and the power of love.
As women, even when we are not compatible, we should respect one another and their own personal choices for themselves and their families, but a). not everyone has gotten that message yet, and b). even if they do, it means they will do you no mommy harm, but it does not necessarily mean you will be great friends.
Each Thanksgiving, I take inventory of the things I am grateful for. While I am never more or less appreciative, one year to the next, there are times where events like births or deaths act as glowing reminders of all that we are blessed with (and, more soberingly, how quickly those things may be lost). This
A week ago, a good friend of mine organized a long overdue couple’s day/night out. We planned on trying something new: a game in an Adventure Room. For those of you who are not familiar with the concept, you a group of your most awesome friends must complete a task (e.g. getting out of a
Dear Daughter, I beg of you, please don’t become someone who bullies. It’s not that I think you have it in you. I don’t. I desperately want to think of bullies as mean spirited little humans that come from mean spirited big humans. But I think bullying escalates because of mob mentality. It can start with one
Dear Friends, Acquaintances and even Husband, I want to help you. I want it all to be ok. And not just ok, easy. And wonderful. You mean a lot to me. It seems like I have a million reasons why I can’t be the friend/person/mom/wife I want to be (or used to be). Here they
The love I have for my friends runs deep. I grew up with a tight knit group that originated in a kindergarten class room. We spent countless hours creating memories. From girl scouts to soccer games and from sleepovers to proms, the only thing on our schedules was each other. Similarly, in college, I was lucky
